The Outsiders Johnny's Death の小説・ストーリー

“Someone died because of me,” he blurted out. Charlotte froze. Her breath caught midway in her chest, and she simply stared at him. The words didn’t make sense at first. They didn’t even enter her mind properly. It took a few long seconds before she finally whispered, “What?” “Eight years ago” Johnny said, his voice low and trembling oddly, “someone died because of my excessive… psychotic needs. She bled to death” He spoke the last part like each word was a piece of broken glass cutting his tongue. Shame, fear, guilt… everything was layered inside his tone. His eyes flickered away from her, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of her reaction.

A nurse came and pulled a sheet over Johnny’s head, and seeing that angelic face being covered so hurt him the more, so he led Alisa outside with his arm protectively over her shoulder and led her to his car, hoping Stacy would understand that he needed to get Alisa away from the scene. She was still crying and sobbing into a handkerchief, and Jayden let her without interrupting as he drove his car on the green palm tree-lined roads made wet by the previous night’s rain. The rain seemed to have brought a certain greenness to the city, with several shrubs and bushes standing tall with life, and that exciting scent that came with the earth’s revival filled the air. It was so unfair that Johnny

His face was covered in ashes as he stretched his upper body up with great effort. As he did so, he was shocked to see that the battle was over. Hundreds of Neovito apprentices had collapsed to the ground, and screams of agony filled the sect. The only person left standing was Woody Henderson. "Boy, do you think you've won this time? Think again!" Johnny gritted his teeth and said, "You'll pay a heavy price for your actions. Death is the only end for anyone messes with Neovito." As Johnny spoke, he took out a bamboo tube and pressed a button at the bottom of the tube.

Johnny pointed a gun at Lorenzo, while Ciro and Stefano had guns at the other two. “Johnny, if you shoot us, Alessia dies," Matteo said, smirking at his son as he held a gun toward me. Johnny's jaw clenched as he looked at his father. I could tell he was thinking of something to get me out of death's way. "Well, it's only the three of you left; if I were you, I would think carefully about my next move." As soon as Johnny said it, a loud gunshot rang through my ears, followed by Matteo's loud scream. He fell to the floor, making Lorenzo and Mikhas more aware, but Johnny took this opportunity to shoot Mikhas as well.

Callie growled low in her throat. “No, because I don’t kill people. But unless you get the hell out of here and leave me alone, I’ll rethink my decision.” Slowly, Johnny raised his hands in surrender. Rose commanded Callie to let him go, although she didn’t move the gun from his neck. She wasn’t about to let him try to hurt her dog. “Walk. Now.” Johnny walked, swearing as he limped slowly. Rose could see the blood trail he left from his leg wound.

April 4th, 2025. Sunny. The 94th day after my death. My family waited all night, but I never came home. Anxious, they started pacing inside the house. "That ungrateful brat! She gets thrown out, and now she thinks she's tough? She won't even pick up the phone!" Dad yelled. His temper flared, and he smashed his phone onto the floor. It hit the wooden floor with a thud, leaving a big dent.

Joel remembered his brother stretching out his across the expanse of the twin beds to hold Joel’s, whispering that everything would be fine. Joel has recovered early while his brother had gotten even sicker and he had gone to meet Jonny each night, scared that he would die if he left him alone. But Johnny had been so sure, even as a little kid, that he would get well. And he had, he had recovered. That was the Jonny he knew, the one who would not give up no matter what. So, he did not want to believe that after all his younger brother had been through he would die from an infection, and not when this woman- Mary, repeated severally that she had done everything she could to help him. If every

I had nearly lost my life because of him, I had lost my Mlue, and I had almost lost Roland to the Honeypine clan. The lower guards stepped forward, picking up John's lifeless corpse to discard it out in the wilderness, which felt like the most ending he truly deserved. Then I remembered Josephine and felt a tinge of pity for her for being bonded to someone like John and giving her a bright future for him.

Only his white shirt and black trousers remained, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing tense forearms. John noticed him immediately as he walked in. His face softened a little, though worry still clouded his eyes. “How is he?” Stone asked calmly. “We don’t know yet,” John replied honestly. Then he paused. “And Stephen?” Stone exhaled slowly. “He didn’t make it,” he said. “I’m sorry. He’s dead.” John did not react with shock. He had expected it. Part of him wanted Stephen to suffer for everything he had done. But justice had chosen a different path.

As soon as Dean waved his hand, several people came in and grabbed Johnny's body as if the man was just a goat. Johnny didn't even have a chance to ask for help from the two people who came with him. He was soon carried away with his mouth clogged with cloth and thrown out like dirt. Facing such an unexpected turn of events, Old Man Baker could not calm down at this time, and said, "Dean, you're doing too much. Johnny is also a member of the Baker Family. Who gives you the authority to throw him away at will."